Holy Week
For many years I have worked with Native Americans. The summer that I was honored by being given my Indian name, I heard the story of some Indians who had captured a number of white children. The story said the children were kidnapped in the last century when crimes were being committed by both sides. Although the children were eventually recovered, the years had erased the memory of their former lives. A grieving mother went to seek her lost ones among the ex-captives, but she could not recognize any of them as hers. She turned away, weeping, and singing the hymn that had been her children's lullaby. Scarce a line has been sung, when her two lost children, remembering the voice and the words, rushed to her side in tearful reunion.
Try as the world will, there are some things that cannot be locked away. Rather than preventing Jesus coming forth from death, the locked tomb gives proof that He really had died and now had risen. The seal on the tomb becomes the seal of the resurrection's reality. This truth needs to be guarded in our hearts as we live our lives.
Prayerful Practice: Dear Lord Jesus, let me never doubt, but always believe. Amen.
A Contemporary Custom: Policemen are unappreciated guards of society. Take a dozen cookies to your local police station with a thank-you note. |
